My Bestie's Dad Likes Me Wet-Chapter 94 WHAT NEXT?

NOVA POV

I woke up with a throbbing headache splintering my skull. My eyes closed tightly in pain as the headache intensified and the events that happened came flooding back. I sat up straight immediately, my eyes flew open to see the school nurse beside me.

I’m still in school? Double fuck.

"Hello, Nova. How are you feeling?" She asked in a warm voice, but I could see it in her eyes that she knew. She probably already watched the clip and had judged me like many others. I know. I could see it.

I refused to give a response to her question and her fake smile. She can shove it up her ass.

"Nova...? Can you hear—"

"Can I go?" I interrupted her, not bothering to pretend.

"How are you feeling?" She asked after a brief pause.

"I’m okay." I lied. I’m far from good, far from okay. There is nothing okay about me.

"The Dean said to drop this letter when you wake up. I’ll give you a moment to go through its content." I barely registered her words as my attention was fixated upon the beige envelope containing the letter that I’m sure would be announcing my doom.

She left the room. The other nurses on standby also left the room, closing the door softly behind them. But I was already digging through the contents of the letter.

The message was unmistakably clear and loud. My scholarship has been withdrawn. My admission was revoked. In short, the school rusticated me and the sponsors have put an end to my school fees as well as accommodation fees.

Nice.

Perfect.

Lena better be happy wherever she was.

I read the words again. Then again. Like reading them multiple times would change their meaning. But the black ink on white paper didn’t budge. Didn’t soften. Didn’t give me a way out.

Effective immediately.

No appeals process.

The decision is final.

My hands didn’t shake. That was the weird part. I thought they would shake. I thought I would cry more, scream, throw something. But I just sat there staring at the letter, feeling nothing. Feeling everything. Feeling like I’d been hollowed out and filled with static.

I took my bag from the side of the bed. I didn’t even bother checking if the contents were complete. The one thing I truly cared about was my education, and now that doesn’t even exist.

The nurses tried stopping me on my way out, their mouths moving with words I couldn’t hear over the ringing in my ears. Everything was a blurry series of activities to me. Even till I got to the hostel, not a coherent thought flowed through my mind.

I was just moving like a robot on autopilot.

The walk across campus felt surreal. Students stared. Some pointed. I heard laughter from a group of girls near the library. I saw someone quickly turn their phone screen away when I passed. Everyone knew. Of course everyone knew.

I got to the apartment which doubled as our hostel and I wasn’t even surprised to meet some of my loads outside. My so-called best friends took the time to pack my bags outside of the room. My paperback book collections were thrown outside like they were useless textbooks. My clothes, my bags, and the gifts Luca had given to me were being flung outside like they were trash.

Books I’d saved for months to buy. Clothes I’d worn to our study sessions, our late-night talks, our stupid photo shoots. All of it was thrown out like it was garbage.

There was no need to negotiate or plead. This was their plan all along. I was just stupid enough to think girls like Lena could be besties with girls like me, and now I can see the glaring difference.

A crowd had gathered. Of course they had. My humiliation wasn’t complete until everyone could witness the final act.

I packed as much as I could gather into my arms, my head still aching from the remains of my fainting episode. But I muted that part of my brain that feels pain.

I’ll rather focus on moving my loads to my car before we got the attention of more students living in the same building. That is, if they haven’t already indulged in watching my leaked sex tape as well.

First trip to the car. Arms full of books and clothes. Someone’s foot shot out, tripping me. My belongings scattered across the pavement. Laughter erupted.

"Oops. Sorry, didn’t see you there." The voice was sugar-sweet and completely unapologetic.

I didn’t look up. I just gathered everything again and I kept moving like nothing happened.

The second trip, this time I took more clothes, including but not limited to the lingerie Grant bought me, then it was expensive and beautiful but now it was an evidence of my shame.

Someone whistled and there was even more laughter.

"Hey, Nova! Want to make another video? I’ll even let you keep your face in this one!"

"Nova I heard you like them old. Let’s shoot another video, I would cosplay as an old man"

’Keep moving. Don’t react. Don’t give them the satisfaction’ I changed in my head like it was a mantra swallowing back the tears that threatened to spill forth.

"Scholarship slut!"

"It’s always the poor ones"

"How much for a night?"

"Does your sugar daddy know you got caught?"

Their words pelted me like stones, but I kept moving.

Trip after trip till my arms ached and my head pounded even more. My heart—well, my heart was something I couldn’t think about right now.

On my fifth trip back, I found Lena standing by my pile of belongings. She was holding my favorite book—a worn copy of Pride and Prejudice that my mother gave me before she died. The only thing I had left of her.

"Looking for this?" Lena held it up, a small smile playing on her lips.

I stopped. Stared at her. This girl I’d shared everything with. This girl I’d called my best friend. This girl who’d systematically destroyed my entire life in less than twenty-four hours.

"Give it back." My voice was flat and low.

"Why? So you can cry over it? So you can pretend you’re some tragic heroine?" She flipped through the pages.

"You know what I realized, Nova? You always thought you were better than us. With your perfect grades, the virginity you always flaunted and your humble scholarship and your ’oh- I don’t need money to be happy’ act."

"I never—"

"But you’re not better. You’re worse. Because at least we’re honest about who we are. You? You played innocent while fucking my dad. You played victim while stealing everything that mattered to me."

"I didn’t steal—"

"He loved me first!" Her voice cracked, and for a second I saw the real Lena underneath all the venom. The hurt one. The jealous one. The daughter who felt replaced. "I was his princess. His priority. And then you came along with your big sad eyes and your trauma and suddenly I didn’t matter anymore."

"That’s not true—"

"Isn’t it?" She laughed, but it sounded more like a sob. "He looked at you the way he used to look at me. He protected you the way he used to protect me. You took everything, Nova. So yeah, I took everything from you. Fair trade."

She dropped the book on the ground right in front of her feet.

"Welcome to the real world," she said quietly. "Where nice girls lose and gold diggers get exposed."

She walked back into the room, I bent to pick the now torn book, then Katie emerged from somewhere behind her, gave me one last disgusted look, and followed.

I picked up the book, the spine was bent now and the pages crumpled but at least it was still here and it was still mine.

Unlike everything else.

It took me seven trips total to get everything to my car. The G-wagon Grant insisted I take. The car that was now just another piece of evidence and another nail in my coffin.

I sat in the driver’s seat, surrounded by garbage bags full of my life, and realized I had nowhere to go.

I couldn’t go to Grant. This was his fault. If I’d never met him, never fallen for him, never let him into my bed and my heart; I’d still have my scholarship. My future and my life would still be perfect even if there would be any issues, it won’t be a sec tape scandal.

I couldn’t go to my godmother. She’d probably already heard and was busy getting high off whatever money she could guilt from me.

I pulled out my phone. Fifty-seven missed calls and Thirty-two texts from Grant. I didn’t bother to open or read them. I have more than enough on my plate as it is and speaking with Grant felt suffocating afterall it’s his dearest daughter behind my plight.

Instead, I opened my banking app. The money from pawning Luca’s gifts would give me maybe three months of cheap rent. Maybe four if I was careful.

After that I had not even the faintest idea of what to do next.

No plan.

No future.

Just a stupid girl who got distracted and fucked up in a expensive car full of garbage bags, trying to figure out what the fuck comes next when everything you’ve ever worked for disappears in a single day.

My phone rang again and Grant’s name lit up the screen. I stared at it, and I watched it ring, then watched it go to voicemail.

Then I turned off my phone, started the car, and drove away from the only home I’d known for three years.

I didn’t know where I was going.

But I knew I couldn’t stay here.